Metal

Just when you think it's safe to go outside... fall arrives. Ugh. That metal taste in your mouth. The dry, itchiness of your skin. Metal. That's Fall.
But other than that.
I love when the weather starts to turn crisp. I love snuggling under the covers.
I don't love when the grapevine and birdhouse gourds get brown and crunchy.
I love the anticipation of the holidays.
I don't actually love the holidays.
Mmmm, but I do love the water of winter.
But not when it turns to that black slushy stuff on the side of the road. Yuck.
I love the wind blowing and the leaves swirling and the joy of the children as they try and catch the leaves twisting and turning over the playground. In fact, it's about the only time I really miss being at the therapeutic nursery.
That and when I think of Jenny. And G.... I can't believe the name escapes me, I can see his face so clearly.... Dangit. Age.
I love the idea of the first fire after summer. I hope the wood dries out soon. I could sit all day watching, breathing, listening. Wanna join me?
What is that child's name? I have a picture of him on my refrigerator.
I love cutting all the beauty gone ugly down.
I love anticipating the new sprouts.
I hate the thought of not having dirt on my hands for months.
Oooo and the lovely smell of earth. I hate not breathing it in for months.
Rats. I'll let you know what the child's name is, I miss him so.